Mystery Man
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...Starry. Painted as if from memory while in the asylum, thinking about the Old Testament.
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The night was..
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Queen_Dopplepopolis
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((ahhh, memories...)
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The night was crisp. They drove around holding hands until the night could be considered morning (if you define "morning" liberally, I suppose). Their first date had been a success, they ended it with a kiss.
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The night was crisp. They drove around holding hands until the night could be considered morning (if you define "morning" liberally, I suppose). Their first date had been a success, they ended it with a kiss.
Angel Tarragon
Dawn Dragon
The night was ablaze withe the hulking corpses of a thousand dead men. They all lurched out of the darkness and marched forward into the town of Louchersheim. A few peasants mangaed to get indoors and barred their dwelling completely shut. Others got eaten alive while trying to run for their life. The zombies then stopped. They listened intently focusing on the heartbeats of those that had cloistered thmselves. Before dawn came there were no survivors.
Mystery Man
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Jdvn1 said:
Boooooooo!
jonesy
A Wicked Kendragon
...boring.
Then all of a sudden many interesting things happened all at once. There was much gasping, oohing, pointing and the shaking of heads. Mouths turned into excited curves.
Then things were boring again.
Then something touched something else in a very naughty way. This was followed by the wagging of many fingers. A censor was seen reading a book. Someone kicked him in the shin and he promptly joined in the wagging of many fingers.
The boredom came back, this time disguised as excitement. Sadly no one noticed. Things moved on.
Then all of a sudden many interesting things happened all at once. There was much gasping, oohing, pointing and the shaking of heads. Mouths turned into excited curves.
Then things were boring again.
Then something touched something else in a very naughty way. This was followed by the wagging of many fingers. A censor was seen reading a book. Someone kicked him in the shin and he promptly joined in the wagging of many fingers.
The boredom came back, this time disguised as excitement. Sadly no one noticed. Things moved on.
Wulf Ratbane
Adventurer
Mark said:
SULTRY!
VoiceOfReason?
First Post
. . . a perfect cover for the shapeless stalker of innocence. Phantom visions of blood and other bodily fluids smeared on children's clothes fill the monster's head. Incoherent thoughts blunder through its mind, lost in the haze of delusion and miscarried morals that seem to steer this maddened, broken being into the night time and again. . .searching.
Searching.
For what?
For that?
That looks nice. It'll do just fine.
With a muffled moan, the beast shuffled toward its next victim.
A child of 7 perhaps, asleep in his bed. The beast's phallus grew as it crept through the window toward his helpless slumbering prey.
With a shiver on his spine, the boy awoke and sleepily blurted: "Michael Jackson?"
Searching.
For what?
For that?
That looks nice. It'll do just fine.
With a muffled moan, the beast shuffled toward its next victim.
A child of 7 perhaps, asleep in his bed. The beast's phallus grew as it crept through the window toward his helpless slumbering prey.
With a shiver on his spine, the boy awoke and sleepily blurted: "Michael Jackson?"
